Page 85 of The Art of Falling


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Had Alina not shown up when she did, I don’t think anything could have stopped me from feasting on her all over again once she had a little recoup time.

I told myself I’d take the day. My class schedule is pretty stacked on Monday and I have practice this afternoon. I thought maybe some time away would do me some good, but here it is not even noon and I’m standing outside one of her classes like a fucking stalker.

What can I say? I’m a man obsessed.

Hell, I’ve been obsessed with her since the first moment I laid eyes on her. Now that I’ve touched her, tasted her, I’m in so deep I couldn’t climb my way out if I wanted to. And for the record, I don’t, Want to, that is. In fact, I want to crawl inside her and never come out. Though now that I think about it, that sounds kind of creepy.

“I had a few minutes between classes, wanted to see you.” I snag her hand, lifting it to my lips and kissing it despite the several pairs of eyes I feel on us as students continue to filter out of the classroom.

“I have another class in twenty,” she tells me, rolling her bottom lip nervously between her teeth.

Fuck, how badly I want that to be my teeth kneading her soft pink flesh.

“Can I walk you?”

My question earns me a smile and instantly puts my nerves at ease. I know I’ve built quite the reputation of never letting anything bother me, but that doesn’t mean nothing ever does. I’m just very skilled in hiding it, which we’ve already established by this point.

“Sure.”

I tangle my fingers with hers as we make our way toward the exit.

“So how’s your day going today?”

“You want to know about my day?” She seems surprised.

“Of course I do. I mean, unless you’d rather me ask how your pussy is feeling today.” I drop my voice low on the second part so that I know only she can hear me.

“My day is going good.” She clears her throat like something is suddenly stuck in it. “I had an exam in Art History, which was awful, but I think I did okay.”

I release her hand just long enough to open the door for her. As soon as she’s through, I quickly reclaim it. It’s completely intentional on my part. I want people to see us. I want every motherfucker on this campus to know she’s mine.

“And my pussy is quite well, thank you very much,” she surprises me by saying.

“Does that mean I can come by your dorm later?” I ask, hopeful.

“Unfortunately, no. I have an evening class and if I remember right, you have practice.”

“I will make time,” I tell her, hoping I don’t seem too fucking desperate. Which, for the record, I am desperate. Desperate to snatch up any and every crumb my little mouse is willing to leave on the ground for me.

“I really can’t today.” She leans her head against my arm, almost as if to say that she really wants to but actually can’t. “But tomorrow...”

“It’s our last session, is it not?”

“It is.”

“You know, I’m almost sad for it to be over.”

“You are?”

“I rather enjoy watching you work. For the record, I will be your model or your muse anytime you’d like.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She smiles up at me.

“So after then?” I need confirmation. Otherwise, I’m going to drive myself fucking nuts.

“Sure. Though I’m not sure if my dorm is an option. I’ll check with Alina.”

“Mine will be free.”

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